#taxidriver - Hello Poetry

The idea had been growing in my brain, Queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal, They are all animals anyway, Become a person like other people, Organization is necessary, All the animals come out at night, There never has been any choice for me, Wash all this **** off the streets. My body fights, There is no escape. I am God's lonely man, Headaches that stay and never go away, Thank God for the rain. Wash the garbage and cannot put it back together again, One day there will be a knock on the door, and it will be me. What hope is there for (me?)

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Sep 17, 2020

Sep 17, 2020 at 6:57 PM UTC

normancrane

A Sonnet for Travis Bickle

The idea had been growing in my brain, Queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal, They are all animals anyway, Become a person like other people, Organization is necessary, All the animals come out at night, There never has been any choice for me, Wash all this **** off the streets. My body fights, There is no escape. I am God's lonely man, Headaches that stay and never go away, Thank God for the rain. Wash the garbage and cannot put it back together again, One day there will be a knock on the door, and it will be me. What hope is there for (me?)

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'You looking at me?' I knew she was. There was no secret in those dull cow eyes So I went in armed and shot her through the heart. Like Travis Buckle I came out a hero?

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May 7, 2014

May 7, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC

joe-bradley

The Movies (part 1)

'You looking at me?' I knew she was. There was no secret in those dull cow eyes So I went in armed and shot her through the heart. Like Travis Buckle I came out a hero?

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Written after seeing the film of the same name, starring Robert De Niro. I drive these lonely streets at night Picking up shadows from under street lights I'll take anyone, kooks, pushers, hookers I'll travel any place, don't bother me Not my business the hours these people keep. The rain lashes down, blurring the bright lights Like a watercolour painting, mixing, blending Some day a great rain will come And wash all the **** off the streets. I feel inside me a change coming Someone must somehow stop The users and abusers of the innocent, There must be one to make a stand. I see young girls, fourteen or fifteen Walking the sidewalk for the pleasure of creeps Selling the dream of teenage *** What dreams do they have locked away Washed into the gutter by the rain. I see drug pushers selling people's lives On the dream of a trip to the wild side Everyone is trying to get out, escape But the streets have a grip you cannot see, You can buy a potion to get you high But from this hell there is no easy exit. Some come to this circus to trade They need to live their life of lies And I am the ferryman to the other side. Some day a great rain will come To wash away all of this **** Women will be able to walk safe, alone Without looking over their shoulder; I feel a change coming in me I must be the one to make a stand, These children of sin need a home Somewhere to shelter from the storm, Then maybe I can sleep nights again.

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Jul 22, 2019

Jul 22, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC

nigdaw

Taxi Driver

Written after seeing the film of the same name, starring Robert De Niro. I drive these lonely streets at night Picking up shadows from under street lights I'll take anyone, kooks, pushers, hookers I'll travel any place, don't bother me Not my business the hours these people keep. The rain lashes down, blurring the bright lights Like a watercolour painting, mixing, blending Some day a great rain will come And wash all the **** off the streets. I feel inside me a change coming Someone must somehow stop The users and abusers of the innocent, There must be one to make a stand. I see young girls, fourteen or fifteen Walking the sidewalk for the pleasure of creeps Selling the dream of teenage *** What dreams do they have locked away Washed into the gutter by the rain. I see drug pushers selling people's lives On the dream of a trip to the wild side Everyone is trying to get out, escape But the streets have a grip you cannot see, You can buy a potion to get you high But from this hell there is no easy exit. Some come to this circus to trade They need to live their life of lies And I am the ferryman to the other side. Some day a great rain will come To wash away all of this **** Women will be able to walk safe, alone Without looking over their shoulder; I feel a change coming in me I must be the one to make a stand, These children of sin need a home Somewhere to shelter from the storm, Then maybe I can sleep nights again.

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